Their target was not Fast, but the broken platform. The Iron Spear pierced through the hard rock, causing the platform to lose support and tilt entirely.
Fast’s body slid uncontrollably toward the Sea of Mist. He swung his blade to anchor himself in place, but at that moment, more flesh spread over, attempting to consume him completely.
Bologue merely watched from afar. He held absolute control, gripping the Iron Spear while poised to deliver a fatal blow to Fast at any moment.
Fast also understood Bologue’s intentions as he struggled to sustain the defense of the Shadowless Barrier, resisting the encroaching flesh.
In this mortal combat, deep sonic waves emanated, but it wasn’t Hood’s Secret Energy; the sonic surge came from the Wolf Spider.
While Bologue and Fast battled, it had already smashed the narrow cliff, forcibly squeezing its body into the rift.
The spider-leg pillars swung at Bologue like a heaven-splitting great sword. Bologue followed the grappling hook, his body pressed against the rock wall. Even though he dodged the swing, the wind pressure from the movement made it difficult for Bologue to breathe.
Below him, Fast wasn’t faring any better. The collapsing rocks crashed down, burying Fast in an instant, with crimson sprouts rolling through the crevices. If Fast’s Shadowless Barrier failed, only death awaited him.
Of course, that wasn’t Bologue’s concern.
Claps of thunder resounded, but Bologue knew they were not true thunder, rather sonic booms produced when the Silver Knight broke the sound barrier.
His speed was terrifyingly fast, each strike lethally precise. Even the Delusional could only edge towards defeat under the Silver Knight’s assault.
Bologue looked at the silver-white figure, now clearly understanding one thing: his opponent was no ordinary Negative Power User.
The silver-white armor was stained with scarlet blood. He held the sword with one hand, gazing at the battle-worn Delusional, no longer concealing the high-pitched Ether, releasing it completely.
Everyone felt that unnerving wave, momentarily shaken.
It was power beyond that of a Negative Power User, originating from the Fourth Stage, the Defensive War Chariot.
Lebius suddenly raised his head, staring at that silver-white figure. He was not shocked by his opponent’s Tier, having vaguely guessed during their clashes. His true shock lay in the familiarity of this Ether response.
He needed almost no thought to confirm the opponent’s identity.
After the Fall of the Holy City, the nations experienced a false peace, beneath which constant conflicts lurked in the shadows, most terrifyingly the secret war seven years ago between the King’s Secret Sword and the Order Bureau.
In that shadowy war, the struggle between two giants nearly shattered the binds of oaths, dragging the flames of war into the mortal realm’s present condition.
The secret war ultimately ended with the Order Bureau’s difficult victory. Thereafter, the Order Bureau gained control over Oubos, while the King’s Secret Sword was expelled from the city, losing even their Overlord Xilin. Fresh chapters posted on novel fire.net
In truth, Overlord Xilin was merely one of the many powers they lost; the official records state that the Third Seat of the King’s Secret Sword also died in the secret war.
The Third Seat was Overlord Xilin’s most loyal subordinate. Upon learning Overlord Xilin was slain within the Cultivation Room, he summoned his forces, launching wave after wave of ferocious assaults against the Order Bureau.
Judging from the records of the time, the Third Seat did not seem intent on winning the war, rather to reclaim Overlord Xilin’s body, seeking revenge and venting anger.
Ultimately, the Third Seat met the same fate as Overlord Xilin, assassinated by the Seventh Group in a battle within the Great Rift.
These opponents with seats were hard for Lebius to forget, especially since he had once fought the Third Seat. Yet now, the Third Seat, who should have been dead, had been revived, his power openly manifesting as he served the Shadow King.
Lebius could not help but connect this to some affairs.
Looking at his colleague beside him, Geoffrey knew what Lebius was thinking, but now was not the time to discuss these things. "We’ll talk after solving these affairs."
Canyin’s eyes fixed on the frenzied battlefield; Geoffrey too sensed those unnerving possibilities.
Lebius said no more, directing the Blade-Biting Wolf to accelerate and close in as a pitch-black phantom.
Now the Delusional had been severely wounded by the Silver Knight, significantly weakening the Wolf Spider’s combat power. Its aggression was not as intense as before, yet it was still driven by an unrelievable hunger.
The flesh lost the form binding it, spreading out like a collapsing water balloon, crimson flesh weaving webs in its wake.
From the beginning to the end, the Silver Knight displayed no peculiar Secret Energy, relying solely on the frightening strength of his Ether, along with his armor and blade.
The Delusional guarded the nest fiercely. His body had become assimilated with the frenzied flesh. Even if the Silver Knight cut off his arm, it would regenerate in mere seconds.
A fracture appeared on the bone-like puppet mask, revealing the decayed face beneath. His eyes, filled fully with scarlet, tugged his lips upwards, exposing a set of sharp, fine teeth.
The Silver Knight could see the lady standing behind the Delusional, her untraceable visage sending the sensation of being watched.